Historias de Bodygaurdromance

The Healer In the world of glamour and the craving for perfection. I'd prefer to live in each beat of the moment and chase the adventure. Until it decides to test my limits and pushes me into my desires. He-They watch me, every second, everywhere. They know my desires better than I could ever know. And I hate it how it excites me; they know it. Who are they? The Shadow. I'm just a body with an empty soul or souls? Living the same routine under commands every day, not knowing why I even do that. Why I am even existing? Sometimes I think I exist without any reason. It feels overwhelming. Until I found her. My home. My peace. My comfort. No, not mine-ours. I used to live under commands. Now, for her I'd break every one of them if it means to protect her and never let her go. She doesn't see us as monsters But we're not less than a monster when it comes to her. As we breath her. ---- Some love letters speak out pure love. Ours speak out pure obsession. ---- Duet series 'The split' book one.

✧˖°Pallavi lives alone in a house that's too quiet for someone who's always sick. Her days blur between medicine bottles, locked doors, and the constant awareness that her body isn't as strong as it should be. The silence would swallow her whole-if not for the man assigned to protect her. Rishi is her bodyguard. Distant. Observant. Always there. He watches her the way soldiers watch battlefields-alert, controlled, ready to act before danger even breathes her name. He says little, asks less, yet somehow knows when she's about to collapse, when the pain is worse, when she shouldn't be alone. What Pallavi doesn't know is that he still carries a secret from childhood-a carefully folded chocolate wrapper tucked away where no one can find it. A small, ridiculous thing he never threw away. Proof that his feelings didn't begin with duty. What starts as protection slowly becomes something neither of them is supposed to feel. Because when you live on borrowed strength, and someone else becomes your shield... lines blur. Rules break. And silence starts to mean far more than words ever could.